If only you would give up your old life, enter your profession, and begin another--' 'That is as I choose.

I shall be glad of the paper you wrote for my father, and then you and I, Rowland, are best apart.' 'Good-bye then, Howel?
perhaps some day you may know that I wish you well.

I will bring the paper at the funeral.' 'For heaven's sake stay, or send some one else! I cannot bear to be alone here?
his ghost will haunt me.' 'Then let me read to you.' Howel assented gloomily and threw himself on the bed in the corner of the room.

Rowland took a small Testament from his pocket and resolutely read several chapters.
During the reading Howel fell asleep..